There was something to be said for power in pleasure.
Any moron could inflict pain, for all the power it gave to them; and certainly pain could be a useful tool- but it wasn't this.
She stroked the back of his neck, kneading out the corded tension and dissolving it with the same gentle steadiness as they dissolved all other resistance.
"Poor thing." she cooed. "Just relax, you must be so tired. So confused. S hurt, hmm?"
Humans were never designed to fight what felt good to them.
Pleasure has someone who was expecting a fight as disoriented as a baby bird that had just hit glass.
To make someone who loathed you melt in your hands?
The rush of power was... intoxicating.